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3am, and not a wink of sleep was to be had. You tossed and turned constantly, trying every pillow position in the book but you just couldn’t drift into dreamland.
“Argh!” you growled, hurling your pillow across the room, where it tumbled into the dark bathroom doorway.
Now sitting up, you crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly imagining someone picking up the pillow. That someone was a certain blue-furred mutant you’d become infatuated with ever since arriving at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. What if he was there with you?
You’re no longer a youngster, old enough to graduate beyond schooling, becoming a full-fledged X-men, and someday maybe even a teacher at said school, but that wasn’t for at least a few years yet. However, your knowledge mostly pertained to the arts, so it was not entirely helpful for budding young mutants. Xavier had said it could be useful for extra curriculum, at least.
Still lost in your sleep-deprived fantasy, you didn’t notice the soft BAMF noise that came from just outside your bedroom door. You did, however, notice the sound of the door opening, and instinctively pulled your covers up over your body. Nothing of note was to be hidden, being as you were in a giant t-shirt, but it was the principle of the thing! Who dared to enter your bedchambers, unannounced, at this hour?
“ Liebchen ?” came a soft Germanic voice from behind the door. “I know you’re awake.”
It was him ! You pictured him and somehow, he manifested. Did the Elf have telepathy too? Of course not, but how did he know?
You let out a shaky sigh at his inquiry, then returned, “Hello, Kurt.”
He fully entered into your room, shutting the door quickly behind him, and as he stepped into the dim moonlight that cascaded into your bedroom, his fur seemed to shimmer. Kurt had only a pair of long, striped pajama pants on, topped with tousled hair, signifying he also struggled to find sleep that evening.
“I think you forgot our rooms are next to each other, I could hear your bed creaking. And I can’t sleep either. I hope you don’t mind the company?”
“Oh, not at all, Blue,” you assured him, and patted the space on your bed next to you.
He sat down on top of the covers, his presence weighing them down and pulled them out of your hand, revealing your faded My Little Pony shirt. Kurt smirked at your choice of sleeping attire, and you rolled your eyes in response.
“Please, at least I’m wearing a shirt.”
“True, but are you wearing any pants?” And at that he immediately blushed, looking away as if regretting he teased you.
You followed suit, color coming to your cheeks, but not from embarrassment. His disheveled and sleepy, yet tantalizing, appearance gave you a little boost in confidence to tease him back. You pulled the covers down further, revealing your bare legs.
Kurt’s gaze followed said gesture up towards your lap, only making him blush harder, cheeks turning purple, something you’ve always loved. His eyes then flicked up to yours, and he cocked his head to the side.
“Is that an invitation?” he asked.
Oh, so this was the game he was going to play! Normally you would hesitate an advance like this, having never shared your bed with someone else before, especially not someone so enticing as the Incredible Nightcrawler. But tonight, perhaps it was the lack of sleep or the warmth stirring in your belly, you’re jumping at the idea of sleeping with him. You have, of course, fooled around before, but actually sleeping next to someone held a different notion altogether. This was more intimate, not the usual flurry of hormones that hook-ups tend to be.
“Be my guest,” you said lightly, praying to whomever is up there a great many thanks.
The blue boy, who was not much older than you, and whom you’d known for a few years now, pulled his legs onto the bed, and angled himself a respectable distance apart from you under the covers. He wiggled his butt playfully into the mattress, then plopped his head down onto the giant plush shark next to your pillow. And with that, he was in your bed. In your bed, next to you, without a shirt on, grinning like a devil.
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Unsurprisingly, sleep didn’t come easy with an additional person squeezed into your twin-sized bed, but you weren’t uncomfortable by any means. However, sex also didn’t occur immediately upon the arrival of Nightcrawler’s presence, the two of you instead spoke in low voices about not much in particular. He told you about his day; he was finally getting accustomed to being Dr. McCoy’s teaching assistant for the younger students, and he tried making his own dinner earlier in the night, which was apparently a total failure.
“No one ever told me that I had to stir the pasta after putting it in the pot of water! How was I supposed to know it would all clump together?” He waved his three-fingered hands around as he said this, punctuating his surprise.
This made you laugh so hard you snorted, much to your embarrassment, but it made him smile. Oh, you loved that smile. He had the tiniest little gap between his front teeth, along with two sharp canines, and they were all startlingly white. His top lip would curl up in such a way that deepened his cupid’s bow, and you desperately wanted to kiss it. You couldn’t help but stare longingly at his lips as he spoke, secretly hoping he’d notice and oblige in your fantasy. After stifling your laughter, you offered him a solution.
“Here, how about next time you suddenly get hungry at 10pm, come get me and I’ll help you make dinner?”
“Are you sure?,” he asked, eyebrows raised in genuine question.
“Of course! I’m happy to help. Plus, it would be nice to cook with you. I can show you how I improve canned tomato sauce,” you couldn’t help but boast.
His smile didn’t falter, but instead softened, like he suddenly became so much more relaxed. And you couldn’t help but notice his pupils expanded ever so slightly. His eyes were darkened in the shadow of his messy hair, but still so startling orange. The most beautiful eyes you’d even seen.
“I would really like that,” Kurt added, and put his hand on top of yours where it rested on your thigh.
Good Lord , this made your heart jump. He has touched you before, but only ever casually like a high-five or a gentle side hug. This was different. This was intimate, something you’d wanted since first meeting him all those years ago. You knew he was a total flirt, but not this tender or romantic.
Fuck it , you swore to yourself, and stole that moment with a kiss square on his lips. You were of course closing your eyes, but he kept his open in surprise, then his eyelids fluttered, feeling how soft your mouth was, and suddenly realizing this is what he wanted as well. While nothing more than a closed smooch, it was so lovely, and Kurt noted how much he liked that you made the first move.
The kiss lasted all of three seconds, being only something to test the waters, but it was still beautiful. You finally opened your eyes just inches from his face, unable to suppress your giddy smile. And he returned it.
“Y/n…Can I-“ but he couldn’t finish it, as you went in for seconds, and this time opened for more.
As your lips parted his for a subtle taste with your tongue, he moved his head to the side, angling your kiss for greater fervor. Eventually you reached out for his neck and leant down over him, planting him further into your plush shark pillow and chasing the sweet sensation. He tasted like mint, his tongue was soft and slick, and it made you want to nip at his lips, but he beat you to it. A quick bite made you squeak involuntarily, and he smiled into the kiss as a response. Damnit , you loved how that felt. He liked you, enough to share your bed and cement an delicate moment with locked lips!
Kurt couldn’t help but push against you, imitating your grasp at the neck and increasing the severity. He couldn’t help but note his pants felt a little tighter now. Kurt hadn’t kissed anyone this way in a long time, and he was so glad you were enjoying the ride.
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“Y/n, you’re so beautiful,” the half-naked mutant cooed in the ear of his slightly more clothed partner. “I’ve wanted to kiss you so badly, I just didn’t think you felt the same.”
Inside, your heart was doing backflips. He’d wanted to kiss you! And he thought you were attractive! This was better than you could ever have hoped for, but now you wanted more. His flirtatious vibe from earlier in the night seemed to have been replaced by this heartfelt and crooning romantic, not that it bothered you. But even so, you wanted to touch him, have him touch you, and kiss him everywhere.
“Of course I do, how could I not? Kurt, you are so hot it’s hard to think while looking at you sometimes,” you panted in response.
That must have tripped something in his head, as he moaned into your neck and nipped your earlobe. Simultaneously, his arms snaked around your middle, embracing you in a squeeze of passion. Kurt’s tail began coiling around your leg like a snake. Oh , this made you want to take your clothes off, right now. You needed to feel his skin against yours, feel his chest heaving against your pounding heart. It was almost too much to bear. You began to wiggle your arms out from underneath his, but he seemed to take the hint as he clawed at your shirt. This made you growl, a low rumble of lust, almost like a purr. Unfortunately, it must have given him the wrong idea, as he let go all of a sudden.
Sometimes, in moments filled with intense emotions, your mutant abilities had a tendency to boil over, causing you to shift into your animal form. Typically it’s kept well under wraps, only changing you when you wanted to, after so much practice. You would die at the thought of accidentally hurting your lover in a burst of passion, especially now. Kurt knew of your powers just like the rest of the mutants in the school, so he was holding back with caution.
“D-don’t worry,” you started. “You can be more rough than that, Blue, I can take it. I won’t let it come out.”
“Are you sure?” he asked quietly, keeping his voice level.
“Yeah, I-I’m sorry to make you worry, I just-I want you so badly.”
Kurt gave a few more seconds of thought, his chest rising and falling in time with your’s. He glanced at your hand grasped to his upper arm, confirming your claws hadn’t even come out, then looked back at your longing gaze. He smirked, seeing as you were practically begging with those brilliant green eyes.
“Well, if you insist,” he playfully replied, and reached for your shirt again, pulled it over, and tossed it aside. He then began sucking and kissing your neck, slowly working down past your sternum towards your bare chest.
You released another growl and rolled over top of him to straddle his waist. However, the motion was slightly awkward, given your current position on top of a giant plushie. Noting this, Kurt scooted to the middle of the mattress and firmly secured his head on your pillow.
Oh , now it’ll smell like his shampoo, you thought to yourself. Right now, all you could smell was the musk of his skin and the early beads of sweat on the insides of your elbows. Kurt’s hair was sticking to his forehead just so, making him look entirely ravished and desperate. You couldn’t help but run your hands through his curls and this sensation left him gasping. He learned into the motion, nuzzling you, and making him seem more cat-like than you. You loved it.
Holding his head just so, it gave you a moment to worship his beautiful features. His eyes shone in the moonlight, that decadent orange. While Kurt was indeed a blue, fuzzy elf, his chest and face were covered in intricate scarification, which after so many years, had started to fade in various spots. Nightcrawler had stopped ritually hurting himself when he joined the School, thankfully, and the only scars that hadn’t faded were those done for their aesthetic beauty. The sun design around one nipple, which happened to be your favorite, you couldn’t help but trace a finger along its raised flesh. He sucked in a strained breath at the subtle touch, a sensation he’d never felt before. This sudden and strange noise made you stop, worried it was from pain.
“I’m sorry-“
“ Nein , please, I like that. It feels good! I would say so if I wanted you to stop.”
He said please, he pleaded for you. This made your eyes darken with lust, yearning to hear him beg once more.
“Like this?” you asked, then gently pinched his nipple.
“Ah! Oh, yes!” he shut his eyes tight, and turned his head to the side in sudden bliss.
With that, you reached for his other nipple, pinching a little harder at each one, bringing out more delightful noises from the imp beneath you.
“Lord, yes please, mehr ” and it sounded like he was praying to you.
Still squeezing, you leaned in for a deliberately slow kiss, spinning your tongue in his mouth, mimicking the motions of your fingers. He moaned into your lips, and this drove you crazy. Your underwear was soaked now, with each please making you drip more and more. This was becoming unbearable!
Something came over you, an idea that would drive him wild, so you pulled away from the kiss and leaned down to his ear.
“You want me to touch you more?”
He whined, actually whined in reply. You needed to hear that again.
“Do you want me to touch your cock? I can feel it, you know. It’s so hard against my leg.”
You’ve never spoken this way before, especially to someone like him, this gorgeous mess of a mutant beneath you. How delicious he looked wriggling with want, with need for your touch. The power you could hold over him made you feel incredible, but you couldn’t help but be a little worried. Was this too much?
Kurt’s lack of an audible answer made you pause, releasing his nipples and instead beginning to gently stroke his chest. This motion broke him from his silence, causing him to open his eyes and turn his head inquisitively.
“I’m sorry, do you want me to keep going, Blue? Are you okay with me touching you down there? I just wanted to be certain.”
He blinked and smiled in response, “Please, mein liebe .”
And that’s all you needed to hear.